Greg Oosterhouse Poems

The pigs rise early
To gather at the gate.
To take part in the yearly
Mass feeding day, they just can't wait.
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When called into action,
Sent to speak for the multitude,
Oh, feet, make traction!
I feel so very nude.
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Lord, please instill the Jonathan spirit in me
When a close, dear friend needs me to be
A bulwark in times of trouble.
May I be to them wholly devoted, this is my plea.
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On hearing that my wife is pregnant,
As I get over the shock at such alarming news,
When I think of divorcing her and finding that tyrant,
And as I'm about to tell her to put on her walking shoes,
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When I am told that I am pregnant,
And did not expect such news,
When I tell the baby's future aunt,
Looking for the right words to use,
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I’m only human,
I make mistakes.
So don’t base your faith on me,
For goodness sake!
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As we glory in His presence,
Let's partake of His wondrous essence.
Let us raise our hands in worship,
Giving to Him the deepest reverence.
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Happy birthday, friend,
Now is the time to celebrate.
This, the anniversary of your birth,
To me, is a very important date.
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Friend, word that warms my heart.
It inspires as a work of art.
Attaching that label to you
Gives my endorphins a racing start.
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In all I do, may the glory go to the Lord,
For it is He that inspires every word.
He is the Hand, I am the pen.
Through my poems, let 'Praise Him! ' be heard.
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